see this drawing?

I made it for you.

Once, long ago, during a time when I thought of nothing but 

shining knights in armor and happily ever afters

and the hopeless reveries that reality could never construe. 

I've broken my crayons trying to draw a picture of us,

and accidentally smeared the colors all over my favorite frock,

and on my hands were the remnants of something I tried so hard to build,

but you deemed it as nothing 

but an amateur piece of 

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